Laurie Nigro
Laurie is the mother of two biological children and one husband and the caretaker of a menagerie of animals. Laurie is passionate about frugal, natural living. She was recognized by the L.I. Press Club with a “best humor column” award in 2016. Email Laurie
It’s 2018 somewhere — Do I really have to stay awake till midnight?
It's New Year's Eve! Time to put on your sparkliest attire and party wildly until the sun comes up! said no middle-aged parent ever.
Eggnog actually once had a purpose — back in the Middle Ages
Eggnog is like armpit hair — though it has completely outgrown its necessity, evolution has yet to catch up. So why are we still drinking it?
Christmas is eight days away?
Back in the day, I was that person who was totally done with all my holiday shopping by October 1. This year I I grazed through Target the other day in the three hours I managed to wrestle from my schedule.
Don’t judge me, momma — ‘self care’ means different things to different people
I most certainly don't need anyone to remind me that I should make an appointment with my stylist. Because frankly, I don't have a stylist. I have color-in-a-box, courtesy of the discount store and the 26 minutes I give myself to scrub the entire bathroom while the color sets.
It’s a dog’s life…and a cat’s life…and more at our house
Can't get enough of those furry friends? You have a million things to get done but spend your time looking at the dog memes on every one of your too-many social media accounts?
Holiday survival guide: tactics for handling travel, food and family
Laurie's secrets to a happy holiday with extended family: Hit the road before dawn and stay away from soul-sucking idiots — even if it means hiding in the bathroom. And your diet? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Glorious, perfect solitude: Dream on
Have you turned into a person who makes plans with people and then secretly hopes they will cancel?
The Mars-Venus thing explains a lot, but —
Life works best when you find the yin to your yang. I will never, ever, understand the heap of dirty laundry on the floor next to his side of the bed, but I have developed the ability to walk past it and/or kick it under the bed without thinking murderous thoughts. It's all about balance.
My Zen of aging, interrupted
I try to believe that each sunset has followed a day where I have learned something new, that each season waxes and wanes as I search for a deeper happiness, that each revolution around the sun has made me a better person. But then my husband hobbles all over my Zen with an arthritic toe.
The real reason (some) moms don’t wear makeup might surprise you
I am no artist and I think any makeup that I try to apply would end up making me look much less like a hot mom and much more like I was auditioning for clown school. And I don't ever want anyone to call me Krusty — for any reason.
